There are times I wander into the road.
Like when I fetch the mail at night
and the pitch is so black I don’t know
if my eyes will ever adjust, or if I want them to.
Sometimes it’s better not to know, not to see
in the dark, to have to depend on other senses
to make sense of place and what it might contain.
I imagine the void before God said “Let there be…”
When someone says “You don’t know what you don’t know”
there comes a slice of comfort, a bit of joy,
of not having the responsibility to carry mystery.
Instead there comes a knowing I’m not alone.
When Christ said He would never leave me
what I envision is not my hand in His
while we cross the street, but His arm
draped over my shoulder as we walk
down the road, darkness notwithstanding.
Gerald the Writer 